"Eric didn't say shit about his ...what the fuck did you say you were? His kid? That's just...you fed on his blood!" Okay, so the spells might not be stopping a scene. Though Dean couldn't bring himself to get more excited than a raised voice and more than a few curse words.
"Yeah, I'm sure she does. You don't drink human blood my ass." He shook his head. "I thought you were better than that. And, don't give me that 'dying' shit. I've died a few times; never asked to come back, save for my time in Hell. Cause believe me, Jack, you don't wanna be in Hell."
He pulled some money out of his pocket; it was still Jo's bar, and he wasn't going to cheat her out of her hard earned money. A flick of the wrist and the money was tossed down like something dirty had happened between them.
"Have fun, man. Don't call me, and I won't call you."